Devil In The Sack

Something I threw together at random this week. I think it came to be from some my memory confusing some art of Teen Titans' Raven and that four-armed alien chick from Ben 10. boiled that in for my thing for goth chicks and came out with an apathetic, oversized demonic fuckbuddy just trying to be herself. Really wanted to capture young high school love in this one: sort of arbitrary, experimental, and clumsy, but sweet. All legal ages, of course. Ask anyone!

"The bandz wrapping up. Want to come down to my place?"
The text was was noncommittal, yet flirty. Just how Violet liked it. It was kind of the basis for our overall relationship. For such a weird girl, she was pretty lazy and indifferent to a lot of things. But at our age, I don't know if many of us are looking for something long term. She leaves her window open a crack so I can get a foot braced on the bench on her back lawn and climb up to the windowsill. She never helps open the window all the way, so I brace myself with one arm while the other slides it open. She says she's from the circle of Sloth, so it's hard to blame her sometimes. Besides, with all the running, climbing and sneaking, I'm getting in some of the best shape I've been all of highschool.
Her walls are dotted with posters of various horror movies and metal bands, and her there's variously spooky dolls and occult-looking necklaces on her shelves. Violet herself is hot, even as a stereotype. She's wire thin with long and stringy black hair, but a few purple stripes going down through her bangs. Eyeliner and deep purple lipstick press the look home. She's laid out reading a magazine in her bed, black and purple knee-socks under her short red skirt and a loose black tank top that has some of her matching bra peeking out from under the straps. She has one of her slasher flicks muted on her small flat screen. She looks up at me for a second and then turns the volume up a to barely audible to cover the noise when I drop onto her floor near her guitar.
"Hey, babe," she responds dryly, her voice sounding like it's built to use as little oxygen as possible.
"Hey," I grunt as I roll myself back up off the floor. She pats the part of the bed next to her and I slide in beside the scrawny goth. She goes back to her magazine, and I put an arm around her. She gives a little sigh that I've learned to be her being basically content, or at least accepting. "How's it going?"
"Fine. The band did okay. Nothing's on. Felt like being around someone without... y'know. Bullshit," she spells out plainly.
"You want to be yourself a while?" I ask, and she nods. "Want me to give you some space?"
"No. Just hold on." Violet lets out this big, breathy hiss like she's inhaling super hard, but with a rapid whisper hidden within it. I feel her body grow hot through her shirt as her pale skin turns a charcoal black. There's the cracking and rumbling noises as she grows another six inches and puts on another twenty pounds as her limbs stretch and beef out a bit. A few pointed horns poke out from her elbows and her fingers and toes pop as they get an extra joint. Her shirt rides up to expose more of her belly as she grows too tall for her clothes, and an extra set of thicker, elbow-spiked arms pop out from her sides. Her eyes turn all white and go at an angle that's almost insectoid, and her breasts puff up while spreading further apart across her chest. Two horns about six-inches long stretch from her forehead and her nose flattens against her face. Her hair has this fluid look to it as it goes from black to this toxic-looking mix of deep red and dark blue that spirals together; the purple stripes remain anyway, because apparently hair dye still works on demons.
She gives this throaty sigh as she lays back in bed, resting her head on my chest despite being even taller than me now. She went from girl's volleyball to boys' basketball height. "Better?" I offer, giving her a little squeeze around the shoulders.
"Yea," she says, her same dry tone, though with a slightly smokey hiss to it. "Life's just hard, y'know?"
“I know,” I assure her. I really don't. Violet's a complicated girl. She likes to rebel and go against the mold, but she's both a high school student and daughter of a demon. I know that her mom, and she’s a sweet lady. If that woman is a demon, she hides it well. But her dad's all horns and fire and "be home by midnight," so we've just started avoiding that altogether and hanging out in secret in her room. It's not like me and her dad have a lot to talk about, and I've learned not to take anything he offers. If it's not lethal, then it usually has the word "soul" somewhere in the fine print, and Vi hates a sellout.
Violet's sets of hands wrap around my waist and chest, resting her horns carefully under my chin. I rub a hand on her multicolored hair, both to soothe her and to keep her from looking up too suddenly and cutting my throat with one of her new spikes. I’ve had to hold onto them when she goes down on me before with the same thing in mind. Even cuddling has taken a lot of work to figure out between us, even if she just calls it "chilling." It’s weird keeping her company like this, since she likes the quiet but still wants someone around besides her creepy dolls. I’m not even a part of the goth crowd. She had just… picked me one day.
We’re just stuck laying there like that for a while. We’ve fooled around before, usually in her demon mode, but I think she appreciates this more than the sex. It’s pretty easy to see that she’d cause some kind of satanic panic if she was her natural self around the other high schoolers, so I think she’s just happy to have someone she can drop the ruse with. Or, at least, as happy as Violet gets.
“Dad’s just being an ass,” she says out of nowhere after a long while of nothing special (if you don't count a demon in your lap). “He keeps asking when I’ll be bringing someone home... and killing them. And then mom gets on about how my grades are more important, and dad wants me to stop with the noise in the garage, and I tell him it's music, and he says to just sacrifice the band and 'be done with it.' I'm in highschool! He doesn't run my life. He doesn't know me."
It's the most she's talked in awhile, so I let her go. She shifts to sit her head on my lap, looking up at me with her empty white eyes. It's not like they're especially expressive in her human shape anyway. They do tilt up to look what I think is right at me, one of her arms resting on my leg. "You get me, Todd," she says in her same, even tone. I look down at her big blank eyes and thin purple lips, still unsure if the color is from her makeup or from her demonic body's actual appearance.
I stroke some of the hair back that's drooped between her horns. "You just want to be you. Not a demon or a girl. Just Violet." She nods with her distant expression, as if she's really bobbing her head to some tune in her head. "You want to be special and not because of all the spikes and your cool colors. And you are, Vi." I put my index fingers by the edges of her lips and press upward, forcing her to smile. It looks unnatural on her, and it bares some of her shark-like teeth behind her lips. She smacks my hands away with one hand, leaving some shallow scratches from her pointed fingers, but she has a crack of an actual smile when she rubs her face.
"Asshole," she mutters. "I liked you better when you were a pussy virgin." She had taken care of that in a hurry. The few months we'd been seeing each other were something special, alright; turned in my v-card and met a girl who turned into a sexy, blackened hell beast on command.
"Then you're going to hate this." I lean down the few inches to give her a short (but not too quick) kiss on the lips. She smiles around my mouth, and as I pull back she gnashes her fangs at me as if I just got away. She watches me with her narrow eyes as she flicks her tongue at me, waggling its forked tip for a moment. Knowing what's coming doesn't keep me from tensing up as the snake-like tongue slithered out longer and longer from her lips and vanishes down the waist of my jeans. She stays with her head comfortably on my lower thigh as he tongue wraps around my member, grasping it tightly and pumping away at it.
My breathing gets heavier as I fall back against her headboard. She watches me with a wicked grin across her face, paying more attention to my reactions than her strange tongue-job. I think it's the main part of her demonic mindset that carried over: she loves watching people squirm.
"Look at you," she hisses, smiling and speaking without moving her lips. "You still squirm like a virgin."
"It's not fair," I grunt out, running my fingers through her oily hair. "You're too good at this shit."
"Like I'm even trying," she gloats, rolling over in a swift, cat-like motion that gets her on all fours (or sixes, with her extra arms). It makes her ass stick up under her skirt, and I can see her long legs poke out behind her tipped with her arched raptor feet. Somehow the clothes never tore when she changed, so they were still wrapped in those long striped socks of hers. I'm well past the point of being genuinely unnerved by her after this long, and the boner certainly helps with all that.
She reels her tongue back in once I'm good and hard, knowing she's instigated me enough that I'm going to have to follow through or get blue balled all night. We get to making out more heavily, reaching under her tight shirt and rubbing over her enlarged tits. If I ever let up too much, she clacks her fangs together or even nips my lip. She'll instigate, but she always prefers it when I do the heavy lifting in bed. I tease her about how her dad must have been from the Circle of Sloth (we had a cool Lit teacher who had us read Dante this year; Violet seemed to snicker a lot during those classes).
I try to take her shirt off over her head, careful not to tear its sleeves on her new spikes. She just gets impatient and rips it down the middle, ruining it for the sake of my getting to her tits faster. I start to bite at her neck while I work on getting her pants and panties around her knees, and she definitely seems to enjoy it when I get a little rougher with her. She lets out this raspy purr whenever I pinch the nipples she keeps talking about getting pierced, and kisses a little more passionately when I pull her into it by her overgrown hair.
I finally ease her hips into me while one pair of her hands holds my face against hers. The other set goes to my jeans to work them down and pull my dick out, her slightly too warm hands squeezing it. Violet pulls back a bit to adjust her legs and mounted herself on my shaft, but I can still taste her lipstick and saliva. I watch her hips grind on top of me, but one of her hands tips my head upward.
"Look at me," she demands softly, but it's one of the most sincere and heartfelt things she's said to me yet. I meet her empty eyes and horned head, and I think that does more for her than my hands braced on her tits. She wants acceptance and admiration. After spending so much time pushing people away, I'm the one that stuck around. Even with the chainsaw ripping into someone on the tv behind her, all I hear is her drawn out, steady breathing.
Inside, she's tight and warm, but I can't exactly compare it to much since she's been my only girlfriend of any sort. I see two of her hands grab mine and hold them against her chest, telling me she's close. I pull a hand out from her grip (it takes some doing to pull that off) and bring it around to spank her ass, raking my nail across the obsidian cheek. Her hips jolt forward and her eyes widen as she rides me faster like a spurred demonic horse. "Yes..." is all she mutters, eerily almost intensely quiet. "Come on..."I barely realize I've had my eyes locked on her face. Even without her pupils, there's a weird expressiveness I've started to pick up on. It tells me where to grope and thrust, and when she's enjoying herself despite her bored expressions and strange features.
"You're so hot." It slips out of my mouth before I can think with anything but my dick. "You are the fucking best."
"You can stop, dumbass," she smirks wryly, a little distracted my pounding inside her as we catch each other's rhythm by then. "I'm already on your dick. Just enjoy it."
"I mean it," I grunt. Part of it is the sex, for sure, but she is ridiculously special. I've said she's a stereotype, but it's been such a thrilling little game to get through the cracks of that and see what was inside. "You're so sexy... and interesting. And funny... (oh fuck, yes). And you have the cutest fucking smile you never use. And you do all this shit for me and all I ever... oh god. Yea, like that. I love it." Her pussy comes at just the right angle over my dick, and we pick up the pace a little to keep it going. "Just like that. Fuck, baby... fuck. I love you so much right now. I love..." I trail off and grunt as I cum inside her smooth midnight pussy.
"OW! OW! FUCK!" Violet suddenly howls. She tenses up and bares her fangs as her claws jam into her headboard and mattress instead of my face and chest, leaving dents in the wood. She bares her teeth as her white eyes wince with pain, her tits heaving as she breathes heavily. "Did you just... the fuck did you just do?!"
"I... I came?" I tell her. Not the first time it had happened. She'd told me she had the talk with her dad and she can't get pregnant without at least an animal sacrifice. "It's not like I drank holy water or anything."
Her eyes look me over, but her expression hard to read now beyond that she's tense about something. "What'd you say to me there?"
"What? Holy water?"
"Did you say you loved me!?"
I freeze up. I hate my dick right then because the accusing demoness on top of me is staring me down, and being inside her may not be the best place to be right now. "Maybe..."
She grabs my chin with one of her hands and makes me face her, her expression still looking... intense. She growls like a wary dog. "Do you love me?" She asks it like it's an insulting idea.
I'm beet red and can't avoid her leering, empty eyes. "Yea?" I offer sheepishly. "I guess..." No. Fuck it. She likes bold. "Yea. Yea, I love you, Violet. Not just the stuff we do, or what you are. I love Violet Helsinski more than anyone I've ever met." She bites her lip uneasily, and I see her white eyes darting like she's trying to avoid eye contact with ME this time. "I don't care if we can't tell anybody. And... even if you don't back. I just like what we have, and don't wanna-"
"True love burns me..." she mutters, more in tune with her normal volume.
"No need to get poetic on me. I know it'll be tough, but if you trust me..."
"No, dumbass." She slides off of me and points at her pussy. Its insides are smoking and her dark skin has some discolored streaks around the smooth lips. It looks kind of like boiling water was dumped on her vag. "Demons aren't supposed to love. That's why! It LITERALLY burns me!" She sits back on her haunches, rubbing her crotch as she bites her lip. "I mean, you know... in a good way, though."
Then I get a real treat. Her cheeks change from her uniform  black to a dark blue. I've only seen it once or twice before, and it's when her demonic form is blushing. I knew she liked it a little rough, but this is either a new level... or she thinks it's worth it. I smile and rub my hands over her thighs. "And if demons aren't allowed to love, I bet your dad would hate it if you had a boyfriend."
Violet gives a single sharp laugh, but shuts her eyes and moans as I rub close to her crotch as if she's still excited. "You're real fucked up for loving me," she says, resting two of her claws on my chest.
"I'm okay with that," I reply, running a hand up her to her face and stroking her cheek, resting my thumb on the base of her horn.
"Good." She grips my waist with her lower hands and pulls herself back on top of my shaft, giving it another go. We take it a bit slower, and she still winces and hisses, the breath after is always this relieved, happy sigh. I'm worried it hurts her too badly, but she rides it into her own orgasm before too long. She gives a big gasp right before she bites on one of her thumb, this cute little thing she does. I can't tell if it's just a quirk or to keep from screaming, but I imagine she's just being weird. She doesn't seem the screaming type since she's just the rhythm guitar in her garage band Dickpunch and doesn't like to raise her voice (unless she's burned by cum of true love, apparently). I feel her clench and pulse around my shaft as her entire weight comes down on me, and I bite my own lip to keep my focus. Rubbing steaming hot cum in her once feels like enough on her for today.
Violet braces her upper arms on the headboard, her face and breasts hovering over me as her warm sweat runs down her midnight skin and multicolored hair. "Thanks..." she says softly, her creamy eyes shifting like they're trying to focus agian. "I needed that. And yea... you too."
"Me too what?" I ask, head still swimming from the last hour or so.
"Don't you fucking make me say it," she grumbles, but I stare back at her empty eyes. "I love you too. For a horny twerp. You've got that pathetic puppy cuteness to you."
"Thanks, I guess," I smirk back, kissing one of her nipples before I get her on the lips again. She snaps her fangs at me again, but kisses me back, refreshing the flavor of her lipstick and demonic drool.
We end up cuddling some more, but don't talk about it much by the time I have to head home. There's not a lot to say, and I don't want to ruin the moment. The next day at school, I pass by Violet's locker. We usually nod at each other, just a little acknowledge each other in a little greeting and confirmation of what we're up to. She's listening to one of her goth friends gab when she shuts her locker and nods to me again. I keep walking, but Vi catches up a few seconds later, thrusts her hand into mine, and holds onto it possessively. I blush, smile, and squeeze her hand back while we walk to class.